Hustlin

Just record that phone Yeah Just talked to granda for four hours I be listening Learning from him I watched him take his insulin He put a needle In his stomach He told me You can be whatever Germon you got to want it I know I got to stay focused Sometimes I don't like you But I love you Clock them, bag them, seal them Hit the road This shit ain't nothing Wake up, flame up, pop out Now I'm trying to Go get some money I'd rather have to much It be times I don't got enough Thinking to myself Your nine tucked G don't let them touch you State Patrol Behind my uber Lord don't let them pull me I'm in it for the money That's the only reason I do this I put drums in my pistols Put drums in my sticks Ask my bitch I ain't lying She see how I live I be tucking a pistol When I'm out in public No way That I'm leaving it In the whip Ain't been fucking around lately I need me some money But won't do no Sucker shit For a check And I don't f*ck with niggas Unless they're my niggas Just know I'm demanding my respect I pop out with my ears on I'm hearing everything I've been trying to run it up That's the main thing I've been sliding, making plays Damn near all day  Driving fast, switching lanes On the highway I got morals and I'm loyal That's how I was raised You got to be a leader son That's what my momma say Pull the sifter out I'm about to separate the shake I be tweaking, Got to chill Can't throw my life away I clock them, bag them, seal them up That's a triple triple threat I ain't going to lie I love a bitch With her titties pierced I ain't no dummy Most these niggas Ain't got common sense Stay loyal Play your part And we're locked in I tell it how it is I'm hard to get along with I bought my girl Some Ugg slides She ain't ask for them Dukes taking trips She's calling me From Cabo Three guns Two phones I'm in trap mode I'm going to pull out my pistols My sticks and my bullet proof vest If a nigga want to f*ck with me I've been smoking these Blazy Susan papers Maestro Raw Tips Got me high as a bumblebee And it's free Cuz' He caught a body Nigga tried to stab him He's been gone since like '17 But we talk on the phone He texts me from his cell Because I told him I'll hold him down until he's free I f*ck her from the back I f*ck her on her back About to nut She say bust it all On her chest Having talks with myself G you got to get rich Or die trying Now I'm feeling Like 50 Cent Whether rap work or not I'm going to get me a check I'm a hustler I'll be straight regardless She be sucking my dick While I sit back and smoke Grab her ass While she lays right beside me I ain't have shit to eat Only water to drink How you turn on your dog I was starving I can't go back to that  So I got to stay focused I'm keeping my mind On the dollars I'll be out there all day I'll be out there all night Do whatever I ain't planning on stopping And I lay my head down Next to pistols And choppas Just in case they want to rob me I'd rather die Than be disloyal I'm a real one I'm talking to my granda I'm gaining wisdom I'm talking to my grandma I know she feel me Off the liquor And the weed That's the real me I be sliding Like a trolly on the train tracks Blowing smoke out the window With the roof cracked I be thumbing through the cash Before I lay back Rubberband the racks Duck them off Before I relax Yeah man It's G French you know I'm still locked in man I ain't went nowhere man I just been trying To get me a bag man I'm just trying to stay focused Stay out the way man Get me some money man You know